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 Jan 2016 am i ee
Survivor McButt
Why oh why you do to me
I want to learn but I do not
Friends we meet and fun happens
But it makes me sleep
I wake up every morning
Too early
But I want to learn
Sleep is important to me and you
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Survivor McButt
I sit
I sleep
I think
I weep
I do
I play
All day
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Survivor McButt
ABC
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y and Z.
Now you know your ABCs
Next time wont you sing with me
Because you didn't sing the first time!
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Survivor McButt
These lyrics are so good
So good
They are so perfect
So perfect
I get my friends but I have none
I have none
So I went to the shops and I made some
Made some

Because this is the most song ever
I took a feather
I see the weather and think
What is that stink I see
I don't see stink
Now for the next part

Yes, oh yes, I love it
Why, oh why, I love it
Do you love it

But he doesn't
Time for the best part

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh­hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh­hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh­hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh­hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
YEAHHHHHHH!

Goodbye
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Survivor McButt
Yes
When I see food
YES
When I sea food
YES
When eye see food
YES
When eye sea food
No...
 Jan 2016 am i ee
SøułSurvivør
pounded
forged
heated

in
the
flames
of
hatred

a construct
of
*******
barbarism
becomes

banality


SoulSurvivor­
(C) 1/24/2016
I believe that the trolling
is having a reverse effect on the poets
of this site

It's getting old
BORING

Am I correct?
should I take my last write down?
Please let me know.
 Jan 2016 am i ee
moss
I feel red like a snow sled
the big bow tie with vibrant thread
sweet apples, backyard shed
pain that's left from words unsaid

I feel gold like treasures old
the pages found in stories told
sunflowers, marigolds
shining heavens to behold

I feel green like a back screen
the meadows shown in nature scenes
flower stems, crunchy beans
velvet drapes fit for a queen

I feel blue like morning dew
the sky in which the blue jay flew
sad goodbyes, long boo-hoos
rain to make the earth anew
I started this before I thought about the fact that NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE.... what is wrong with the English language?
 Jan 2016 am i ee
moss
Invisible Ink
 Jan 2016 am i ee
moss
sometimes she collects her tears
and uses them as ink
so when it dries, it disappears
hiding what she thinks
with erased evidence of fears
no one even blinks
yet she is not what she appears
and deeper still she sinks
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